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- OH, BUGGER.
- It wasn't exactly a voice. The words were there all right, but they arrived in Mort's head without bothering to pass through his ears.
- He rushed forward to help the fallen figure, and found himself grabbing hold of a hand that was nothing more than polished bone, smooth and rather yellowed like an old billiard ball. The figure's hood fell back, and a naked skull turned its empty eyesockets towards him.
- Not quite empty, though. Deep within them, as though they were windows looking across the gulfs of space, were two tiny blue stars.
- It occurred to Mort that he ought to feel horrified, so he was slightly shocked to find that he wasn't. It was a skeleton sitting in front of him, rubbing its knees and grumbling, but it was a live one, curiously impressive but not, for some strange reason, very frightening.
- THANK YOU, BOY, said the skull. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
- ***
- Mort p11
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